Natalie Two

You only smile uneasy, stammer out what to say, now my spirit's released, a high heeled slumber, stones, wreath, holidays, does it make you wonder, my coward's release, without hope or shape, you’ll know it one day, me with your number, who you begged to embrace, a life unencumbered, my insides screech, cornfields whisper and sway, voices die in the breeze, waste of time don't bother, it’s such a disgrace, you can roll the thunder, dance with the mustard seed, a certain rising too late, but you'll never see, that look upon my face.